I was just rudely awakened by the bloody fire alarm going off in the apartment building I live in. What is it about the middle of the night that seems to attract fire alarms? And what is it about Saturday night/Sunday morning that is so attractive to fire alarms in this building? I mean, I think much more than half of the alarms since I’ve lived here have been on Saturday night. Oh well, I guess life will be life. Too bad there really was a fire of some description this time, although I missed the explanation of exactly what it was.
What really sucks, though, is that now I need to go out for an hour or three to wait for the smoke to clear so I can breathe easy.
Update at 06:00. It seems it was a fire in the above ground parkade. Apparently a car was on fire. Thankfully, it was on the other side of the parkade from my parking space.